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I feel it, first as a stir,
turning deep in the murky water.
Surfaces up for air, a twitch
on the lake in my head.
A flip, and it disappears.

Red Cherry Red
Poem

I was born with a map of Australia on my face;
it was beautiful, my mother told me – 
there was nobody like me in the whole wide world
who could trace the edges of down under

Red Cherry Red
Poem

The moon was married last night
and nobody saw,
dressed up in her ghostly dress
for the summer ball.

Red Cherry Red
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I spied a small lonely boy.
I was his beautiful red balloon,
from morning through to noon,